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He cursed and there was a long silence.
“I want to be in my grandkids' life,” he eventually said.
“Then be a better man, Fox.”
More silence.
I’m giving him one chance. I invited him to tonight’s party because he should be here to celebrate with his daughter. I know how evil my father was and for that, he gets one allowance.
One.
I want my children to have grandparents and Kyra’s parents are all they have. But if he fucks up...that’s it.
“Mom.” Kyra rushes over and hugs her mom.
It’s the first time she’s seen her dad since the church—I refuse to call it her wedding day—so I stay to make sure he does the right thing.
“Forgive me,” her father says, reaching out his arm and taking her hand.
“In time, Dad. In time.” Kyra gives him a small smile. “I am glad you came, though.”
Her mom places her hands on her tummy, and pride that’s starting to feel familiar rushes to my chest.
I’m going to be a fucking dad.
A good father. Nothing like my own. I will teach my kids that they are worthy, loved, and amazing little beings. That they can be anything in this world and never to put up with an ounce of abuse or disrespect.
Sally glances up and locks her tear-filled gaze with mine. Then she mouthsthank you.
I nod.
I get it. I’m a parent now and I’d feel the same way.
But it was Kyra who made the choice. She ripped out of Pierce’s arms and came running into mine. She’s braver than she thinks. Fuck, she’s going to be an amazing mother.
I’ve already been sent three parenting e-books that Ihaveto read.
A bossy mother, perhaps.
I leave them to it and walk outside where Killian has taken control of the BBQ as I knew he would. He doesn’t just own Michelin star restaurants, he’s also a chef.
Travis and Penny are playing pétanque. She’s accusing him of cheating.
“There’re”—he holds out his arm—“two balls. How can I cheat?”
“Dunno. But I think you are.” She props her hands on her hips.
“Maddox. Help me out here,” he says, but I see the smirk on his lips.
“Don’t play poker with him,” I warn, laughing.
“I don’t know how,” Penny admits.
“Ahh, well, I can teach you.” Travis grins and both Parker and Zayne, who are leaning against the wall with drinks, shake their heads and sayno.
“Penny, if he tries anything, you call me.” Zayne arches a warning brow at Travis.
“You don’t have a very good reputation.” She crosses her arms.